"My total bad" Müttly Föe gasped concernedly because he was concerned. "I am so sorry Morty, is your neck ok. There must have been more blood than I thought in that Bloody Mary body paint of yours because I lost control."

"Quite. Think nothing of it actually I enjoyed it." Valdemar Assured him. He purred and nibbled Müttly Föe's neck so there were obviously no hard feelings remaining, although give him half an hour and he could probably manage another round.

Valdemar added "Besides I knew you were a vampire (half) beforehand because you insist on telling everyone you meet."

"That is all right then" sighed Müttly Föe who was relieved it was all right.

"When you get leathered enough Val, you enjoy anything," Felix smirked while picking up his underpants from the floor with a foot, "believe me Föe tonight was positively tame compared to what he gets up to. The number of times I've had to magic some nasty rash off his..."

"That's enough Felix!" Shouted Valdemar as soon as he stopped choking on his vodka and Red Bull.

"Well that was fun but I'm still completely mashed." Contemplated Felix. "I know, I have some parchment here. If Föe here can control himself for five minutes"

"I said I was sorry!" Whined Müttly Föe manfully.

"Fine, so as I was saying, let's open a vein each and sign some kind of crazy blood pact we'll all really regret in the morning."

"OK!" Valdemar beamed.

"You know me, I'm up for anything," Müttly Föe stated.

"What do you say we all agree to embark on a triune Ascendancy and become gods?" Felix suggested with a boozy leer.

"OK!" Valdemar reiterated, even managing to slur it a little despite there not being any sibilants

"Ah. I'll have to pass on that, I don't normally tell most people but actually I'm already secretly a demigod (half)," admitted Müttly Föe, "good luck with that though, you two should go ahead."

"You heard the man Felix, write up that pact!" Valdemar boomed and waved his glass for emphasis and then gave the room a view of his naked butt as he fished around on the floor for an escaped ice cube.

"I'd worship him, anyway," reflected Müttly Föe reflectively.

Felix snorted and threw a pillow at Valdemar's rear end.

This is purely to remind Mutt that posting SOMETHING is more important than being perfect.

"OMG," said Weft, "I am so hot today." He took off his conservatively cut bubblegum pink sweater and twirled it teasingly.

"Yes, yes you are," leered Müttly Föe, applauding.

"Shut up. This is supposed to be a stakeout," Weft told him.

"I came out centuries ago. Are you going to stake me?" asked Müttly Föe honestly and euphemistically.

"Keep your brain on duty," snapped the monk.

"That is hard when the blood is rushing elsewhere," the half-vampire said. "Aww, no," he added, disappointedly watching Weft wriggle into a black turtleneck.

Some day he would ask about those scars across the assassin's abs. He had a feeling there was a dramatic and potentially hawt story behind them. There certainly was for all of Müttly Föe's scars, which he did not need to keep because he had a healing factor and cellular regeneration, but he kept them to remind him and also for the coolness factor.

"Is there any sign of movement?"

"Oh right, the target." Müttly Föe squinted across the dock. The windows of the houseboat were darkened and the curtains were drawn. The curtains were yellow with a pattern that looked sort of like abstract feathers or ribbons. "No there is no sign of movement. You realise I could just stop time and use the Force and then..."

"Shut up. My assignment, my rules." Weft's hand found the back of Müttly Föe's neck. In an instant he dug a thumbnail into a pressure point to remind the vampire who was boss.

"I can tell it is going to be hard work getting into your pants," Müttly Föe said appreciatively.

"You're a size 10. You wouldn't fit."